Liverbird Upon my Chest:
Here's a song about a football team
The greatest team you've ever seen
A team that play total Football
They've won the league, Europe and all.
A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May
With Kenny Dalglish on the ball
He was the greatest of them all
And Ian Rush, four goals or two
Left Evertonians feeling blue
A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May
Now if you go down Goodison Way
Hard luck stories you hear each day
There's not a trophy to be seen
'Cos Liverpool have swept them clean
A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May
Now on the glorious 10th of May
There's laughing reds on Wembley Way
We're full of smiles and joy and glee
It's Everton 1 and Liverpool 3
A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May
Now on the 20th of May
We're laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians are feeling blue
It's Liverpool 3 and Everton 2
A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May
And as we sang round Goodison Park
With crying blues all in a nark
They're probably crying still
at Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.
A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May
We Remember them with pride
Those mighty reds of Shankly's side
And Kenny's boys of '88
There's never been a side so great
A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May
Now back in 1965
When great Bill Shankly was alive
We're playing Leeds, the score's 1-1
When it fell to the head of Ian St John
A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May
On April 15th '89
What should have been a joyous time
Ninety six Friends, we all shall miss
And all the Kopites want justice (JUSTICE)
Men of Anfield
(Tune: Men of Harlech)
Stevie Highway's always running
John Toshack is always scoring
Then you;ll hear the Kopites roaring
Toshack is our King
Men of Anfield, here's our story
We have gone from great to glory
We're thee greatest team in Europe
Toshack is our King!
Did the Ball
Go In?
(Tune: Okey Cokey)
Did the ball go in?
Did the ball stay out?
In out, In out
The Kop had no doubt
We all went to Istanbul
And Chelsea went out
And that's what it's all about!
We're
The European Champions
The European Champions
The European Champions
And that's what it's all about!
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Fields of Anfield Road:
Outside the Shankly Gates
I heard a Kopite calling
Shankly they have taken you away
But you left a great eleven
Before you went to heaven
Now it's glory round the Fields of Anfield Road.
All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and he could
play)
We had Heighway on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road
Outside the Paisley Gates
I heard a Kopite calling
Paisley they have taken you away
You led the great 11
Back in Rome in 77
And the Redmen they are still playing the same way
All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and he could
play)
We had Heighway on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road
Scouser Tommy
Let me tell you the story of a poor boy
Who was sent far away from his home
To fight for his king and his country
and also the old folks back home.
So they put him in a highland division
Sent him off to a far, foreign land
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands
and there was nothing to see but the sand.
Well, the battle it started next morning
Under the radiant Sun.
I remember that poor scouser Tommy
he was shot by an old nazi gun.
As he lay on the battlefield dying, dying, dying
with the blood gushing out of his head, of his head
As he lay on the battlefield dying, dying, dying
These were the last words he said:-
Oh I am a Liverpudlian
and I come from the Spion Kop.
I love to sing, I love to shout
and I go there quite a lot, every week!.
We support the team that's dressed in red
It's a team that you all know
It's a team that we call Liverpool
and to glory we will go.
We've won the league
We've won the cup
We've conquered Europe too
And we played the toffees for a laugh
and we left them feeling blue, 5-0!
1, 2
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
5-0!
Rush scored one
Rush scored two
Rush scored three
And Rush scores four
La la la la
la la la
la la
We All Live in a Red and White Kop
(Tune: Yellow Submarine,
The Beatles)
On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop (and we sail up to the top)
On the famous Spion Kop (of our red and white Spion Kop)
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
In a town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed the seas
And he told me of his pride
They were a famous football team
So we trailed to Anfield Road,
Singing songs of victory
And there we found the holy ground,
Of our hero Bill Shankly
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
We all live in a red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
A red and white Kop
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